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So came the word unto Volsung, and wit in his heart had birth;
And he sat upright in the bed and kissed her on the lips;
But he said: “My word is given, it is gone like the spring-tide ships:
To death or to life must I journey when the months are come to an end,
Yet my sons my words shall hearken, and shall nowise with me wend.”